Stay with me

Chapter 46 - Serpent in paradise

In the morning Defne was preparing breakfast. The pancakes were browning and smelling sweetly of cinnamon in the skillet. Tea was brewing in a silver teapot. The coffee maker filled the cup with thick and aromatic coffee. Defne took out a pot of chopped ham and cheese from the refrigerator, but she never opened it. She, smiling thoughtfully, gazed at the neighboring house.

- Defne, - called Omer, who appeared on the threshold. She looked around and the smile on her face widened. The husband didn't look very good. Reddened eyes and a slightly rumpled look without words said that the night was sleepless, and the evening was stormy. He went up to her and, embracing her, asked: - What are you thinking about?

- That we have the best neighbors.

- And? Omer arched an eyebrow. - Neighbors are the best, but this circumstance does not explain your dreamy smile.

How can he be so discerning and read her like an open book? She will never be able to hide even an insignificant trifle from him.

"I'm waiting for an answer," Omer reminded.

- Perhaps Allah will be generous, and Ahtem and Laura will try very hard ... and our Emine will have a girlfriend or friend.

- Ahtem will definitely try, - Omer pointedly stretched out and Defne's cheeks blazed with fire. He touched her cheekbone with his thumb and purred in her ear: "I love it when you blush.

- Is that why you always confuse me? Defne pouted her lower lip angrily.

- Uh-huh, - he agreed and, lightly biting her seductive bend, licked the bite with his tongue. - A married, pregnant woman who is embarrassed like a girl is so rare. I am in bliss at the thought that this is shyness, these blushing cheeks are mine and only mine.

- So I can't get away from your jokes? - Defne sighed with an exaggerated heavy sigh and sniffed. Slipping out of Omer's embrace, she rushed to the stove and, turning off the burner, cried out: - Ay-ay! The pancakes are burnt! It's all your fault! You kissed me, I melted and forgot about everything. And what are we going to eat?

Her "melted" filled his chest with glee. Knowing that his wife next to him forgets about everything in the world - isn't it a thrill?

"On the way, we'll stop at a cafe and have breakfast," Omer reassured her, kissing the place between the neck and shoulder.

"We'll be late for work," she said.

"No problem," he threw the burnt pancakes into the trash bin and, taking her hand, pulled her upstairs. - We are bosses and have the right to be late.

***

Ahtem and Laura were having breakfast in bed. The clean bed she made while he fumbled with scrambled eggs and coffee. Ahtem did not let her into the kitchen. He kissed her and told her to stay in the bed and wait for him. But she still got up. Throwing on his shirt, tidied up the bed, and when he returned with a tray in his hands, she sat in the middle of the bed in Turkish style and tapped her bare knees with her fingers only the melody she could hear.

- Are you worried? - asked Ahtem. He set the tray down in the middle of the bed and, taking her hand, kissed her palm.

"A little," she admitted, lowering her eyes.

- Why? - He touched his fingers to her chin and raised her serious face.

Laura looked into his eyes and answered honestly:

- I'm afraid of your questions. After all, you ask...

- I will ask, - confirmed Ahtem.

She removed his hand and squeezed tightly with her thin fingers. She looked into his eyes with a piercing, long look. She wanted him so badly to understand.